The time cannot take away all images, moments lived and emotions, although she does not remember anything else — she has Alzheimer’s Syndrome lost in a dark hole — her memory speaks for herself…  She was a stronghold, a wall, and her faith nurtured herself with hope, at that time I could not understand her with all her dogmas and beliefs, maybe I was so immature, so selfish to feel the things in another way; living in her own skin and know she was me, the sum and experience of another time. In the end, we are just women crushed by … Continue reading My mother…